This is a song about "Surviving the times"

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Just the times to lives without the scrutinize

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Flashbacks would come back at the most inconvenient times.

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Surviving in the cold takes more than the heat of rage and hate,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade